Vor meinem Fenster
Singt ein Vogel.
Still höre ich zu; mein Herz vergeht,
Erinnerung klingt,
Abendrot winkt, Dämmerung schwingt.
Er singt,
was ich als Kind besaß
So rein errang, so voll bezwang,
So traut durchmaß, so ganz besaß
Und dann -- vergessen!
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Before my window", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Un oiseau chante devant ma fenêtre", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2008-07-25
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Word count: 27
Before my window
Sings a bird.
I listen silently; my heart dissolves.
Memory sounds,
the evening glow beckons, twilight descends.
It sings
What I possessed as a child
So purely achieved, so fully understood,
So familiarly compassed, so completely possessed,
And then -- forgot!